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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
C G D7 F
C F
I sat along the rocks and watched the cold Maine water rush away
C G
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday
Am F
You broke those promises but I'll get over it
Am G
Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I don't really give a shit
C F C
But I'll get mad for the next ten years but realise sometimes things are great
C F
I didn't have directions and I hadn't eaten anything all day
C G
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play
Am F
Ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road
Am G
And I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat
C F C
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number sometimes things are great
C G D7 F
F G
You don't own me You don't own me
C F
I worked my ass of my entire life to accomplish one dream
C G
It started happening and everything was bastardized my greed
Am F
I said pull this shit over and let me out
Am G
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now
C F C
And now I've got a brand new start I realise sometimes things are great
C
Scream it in apartment halls
G
Scream it loud in shopping malls
D7 F
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside's of your eyelids with the constant reminder
F G
You don't own me You don't own me
C F
Then I was underground without food or sunlight or encouragement
C G
Depression set in 'cause I was a product of my environment
Am F
And then the other day I just got in my car
Am G
Pick Glenn Tillbrook up from the hotel drive him to the bar
C F
He wore a t-shirt just like me and wasn't on his phone
C G
and for fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with a hero
C F
So I'll be mad for the next ten years
C G
And after that we'll go drink beers until the bar runs out of beers
C F C
prepare for the next twenty-three years
C F F F x4
C F
Cause if I wasn't a fat kid in high school I would have never listened to punk rock
C G
And if I knew how to throw a football I would have never played any music
C F
And if never got my heart broken I would sing blah blah fucking nothing
C G
And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend I would still owe you three-thousand dollars
C F
And if I never lived in that van then I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James Alex
Middagh.
C G
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job
C F
F
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college I would have never met you man
Bon Iver
Bon Jovi
Bonetrousle
Boney M
Bongo Botrako
Boom Boom Kid
Boomtown Rats
Booze & Glor (...)
Boris Grebenschs (...)
Boris Vian